Fractured Greyhound Routes
He treated me like I was the one who was broken...
The weight of the world was crumbling over the two Jersey boys, pressure seized them until they couldn't hold onto their homes and bolted. Throwing themselves on to the next Greyhound, Frank and Mikey ran from the only city they had ever called home. Both coping differently with their new life without restraints, each handling their new routes differently. Roads are fractured, speed limits tested, stop signs ignored as their journey flours into rapid speed that neither can handle.
They're just two boys without any real distination, traveling through America with thumbs in the air on desolate highways or hands cupped for needed change. From town to town, images broken light that dance around like a million eyes, the call that carries them through their own universe; a destination unknown.
The weight of the world was crumbling over the two Jersey boys, pressure seized them until they couldn't hold onto their homes and bolted. Throwing themselves on to the next Greyhound, Frank and Mikey ran from the only city they had ever called home. Both coping differently with their new life without restraints, each handling their new routes differently. Roads are fractured, speed limits tested, stop signs ignored as their journey flours into rapid speed that neither can handle.
They're just two boys without any real distination, traveling through America with thumbs in the air on desolate highways or hands cupped for needed change. From town to town, images broken light that dance around like a million eyes, the call that carries them through their own universe; a destination unknown.